Underworld realm
Around a large table sat thirteen men dressed in black armor. As if in a feast, the participants ate and drank whatever profanity that was being served. An awful opera music was being played in the back ground. On the northern edge of the table sat General Gavalda on his high seat made of skulls, his sly eyes scanning the men in front of him. The guileful smile on his dark lips suggested that he was rather impressed about something.
“ Commander Gavalda, the spies were a success” a man came forward and reported
The commander nodded
“ Like we had just planned, the first distraction was an effective ploy. They won’t even know when we…”
“ Silence!” one of the men who sat on the table shouted “ I was dragged from an imporntant blood ceremony, I want to know why we have b
